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His studie was but litel on the Bible.
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy
testimonies are my meditation.
I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy
testimonies are my meditation.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' read more
So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun,
An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age,
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A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere
Free from corruption, or entire, or clear,
Are uncorrupt, sufficient, read more
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere
Free from corruption, or entire, or clear,
Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire
In all things which our needful faith require.
Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the read more
Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.
We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old read more
We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old flower fields of the soul;
And, weary seeker of the best,
We come back laden from out quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
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Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way:
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.